Glory in the Melee
The battlefield was like a reincarnated purgatory, with the instantaneous alternation of life and death enacting a brutal drama at every moment. Iron and fire, swords and blood, formed the background of this tragic stage. Alison, dressed in a battle dress stained by wind and dust, travelled through the chaos of the army, her petite figure as if a gentle lighthouse, leading the lost lives back to hope.
In the midst of the chaos, a soldier groaned in pain, his leg was torn by a sharp blade, blood was pouring out, and his life was rapidly draining away. Alison immediately knelt beside him, her hands covering his wounds. Light gushed from her palms, washing away the blood like a clear spring, and the wound slowly closed in unbelief. Under her soft healing light, the soldier's pain eased and his breathing steadied.
Alison did not stop, her eyes scanning the battlefield for the next person who needed her. With each stroke of her hand, each dip of light, a soldier and civilian on the brink of death was pulled back from despair. However, with each release of light from her heart, the fire of her own life diminished. Her face flushed with a tired pallor, but her eyes remained steadfast and warm.
As time progressed, Alison was pushed to her limits. Her healing magic made a dazzling trajectory on the battlefield, but the harsh battle conditions caused her power consumption to accelerate. There was a moment when she even needed to rely on a breath of air to support her standing. She knew that if she continued like this, she could fall at any time.
But even so, every time she saw the eyes that had fallen into despair rekindle a spark of hope, a surge of strength would flood Alison's heart again. Countless times, as she saved a wounded man, she turned around to a new round of bombardment and attacks that swept more lives into misery. But no matter how poignant the battle cry was and how fierce the enemy's attacks, she always stood on the front line of the greatest danger, the patron saint of the soldiers and the symbol of hope for the civilians.
In this way, Alison became the most dazzling presence on the battlefield. Her light not only healed wounds, but also warmed morale. Though her strength was gradually being consumed by the cruelty of war, her commitment to protecting life and her spirit of sacrifice ignited an unquenchable flame in the hearts of everyone who saw her or was saved by her.